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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/7/2016 3:14:13 AM
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[b]Damien remotely honked his large vehicle with a shrug, the back sliding open to reveal eight seats and enough room for about two dozen people... If they squeezed together.[/b]
[i]"Sure thing... But you'll have to ride in the gunner seat so someone else can use 'shotgun'."[/i]
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I'm not worried about myself. I've got enough armor. [i]He rapped his knuckles on his chestplate. Looking to the doctors, he gestured towards the vehicle.[/i] Ride's here. Let's load up and move, we don't have a lot of time.
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[b]There were about six medical staff and eight patients in total. The head doctor, the woman with brown eyes, took the farthest seat near the patients which were laid out on the floor carefully. The rest of the staff took seats and tended to the wounded as Damien sat a mostly conscious but bruised man in the seat next to him as he revved up the engine.[/b] [i]"Alright... Wolfe, slide up to the blanket canon and we can take off... It's rubber rounds so anything that tries harming the tank can get a face full of 'nopes'. Everyone else... Get ready in case we have to leave the vehicle."[/i] [b]Damien shoved his equipment into a small cabinet near the front seat, clicked on some switches overhead and turned off his music, making sure everyone was ready to go.[/b]
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Rubber bullets for the guys shooting at us with real ones. Got it. [i]Surprising to hear a bit of humor from Wolfe, albeit dry. Climbing into the cannon, he chambered a round in the weapon and waited for the vehicle to go.[/i]
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[b]Damien understood the humor, it was his style too... But he knew that real bullets wouldn't eat past the vehicles outer layer... And the 60 mm blanket canon was perfectly outfitted with an actual rubbed bullet dispenser... Probably because a rubber 60 mm would possibly be lethal too... So Damien had installed an automatic rubber .44 dispenser... It would be enough.[/b] [i]"Moving... Now!"[/i] [b]And with that, the tank pushed forward as the gun swiveled upwards, carrying Wolfe to the top with a thud... But the tank ran surprisingly smooth, like a cloud on the air... It was going to be a mostly safe ride... Right?[/b] [b]Nope. They had only been on the road for about ten minutes before a crowd started to swarm the tank, an angry mob that was armed with baseball bats and wrenches, angrily shouting and banging against the tank... Damien couldn't exactly run the people over... Do movement ground to a halt...[/b] [i]"Fūck... Too many in the streets..."[/i] [b]He called out from his seat, as a pole collided with the window and caused the bullet proof glass to wobble.[/b]
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[i]Wolfe swung the gun downwards and depressed the trigger, the rubber rounds slamming into the crowd. Maneuvering the weapon with one hand, he reached for a grenade on his bandolier, one that was cylindrical in shape. Continuing to fire, he shouted to Damien.[/i] This thing sealed against chemicals? I can try tear gas on these people, should drive them back, but I don't want to get anyone in here.
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[i]"Yeah... Leak resistant and outside force resistant... But you may want to chuck it and shut the gun hatch... Just to be safe."[/i] [b]Damien began to honk, the tank letting off a low rumble as he revved the engine... Nothing worked. Some dispersed from the rounds, others... Not so much.[/b] [i]"Fūcking hell... These people are asking to get mind rāped."[/i]
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Hell with it. [i]Wolfe popped the first and tossed it into the crowd, then popped a second, tossing it out as well, although in a different place. Quickly, he retreated down the hatch and into the tank.[/i]
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[b]The hatch slammed shut behind him, the gun swiveling down and anchoring into a spot where someone with the willpower to climb the tank, could not fire it.[/b] [b]The crowd seemed to shuffle outside as Damien slowly moved the vehicle forward, one hand on the wheel, one hand on the stick, slowly pushing up...[/b] [i]"Can't tell through the gas... But..."[/i] [b]Then gunfire, bullets rattling against the vehicle as the crowds suddenly became panicked and hostile... Tear gas or not... Damien was going to start pushing forward.[/b] [b]He began to move faster, the thuds and bangs against the hull coming steadily...[/b] [i]"I am going to supercharge the batteries and send the shock through the magnetic core of the tank... Essentially a taser wave... But... I've got one shot... Better hold on to something, this may rock the vehicle..."[/i]
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[i]Wolfe braced himself against a handrail in the turret.[/i] Go for it. [i]He said, hoping that everyone else had made a move to grab something sturdy nearby.[/i]
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[b]A monstrous rumble shook the tank and jerked everyone inside as the sound of electricity ran through the underside of the vehicle as screams erupted outside.[/b] [b]Then in one more motion, the tank revved up and Damien punched the gas, accelerating as fast as he could.[/b]
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[i]Wolfe held fast, getting jarred a bit, but being generally ok. Hearing the vehicle speed up, he relaxed slightly as they were hopefully exiting the crowd.[/i]
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[i]"Clear!"[/i] [b]Damien shouted back, a sigh crossing the compartment as the tank began to speed up. They were in the clear for now...[/b]
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[i]Wolfe remained in the turret, hoping that they were out of the mess for now.[/i]
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[b]Some minutes of silence passed before the tank came to a halt, Damien sliding the back door open, his escape from the driving seat silent.[/b] [i]"We're here... Let's get the wounded inside."[/i] [b]He motioned slightly to the large hospital, people already running to help transport the people.[/b]
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[i]Wolfe slid down from the turret, landing softly on the floor of the vehicle, and waiting for the doctors and medics to escort everyone out of the vehicle.[/i]
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[b]Didn't take long for the medical staff to move everyone safely to the right places... Damien however, had long since returned to the driver's seat, merely watching them as they transported those on cots to the emergency building.[/b] [i]"Another cold day in hell..."[/i] [b]He mumbled to himself, watching the small girl with black hair disappear through the doors... Yet another... More people to come and go with an oddity about them.[/b] [b]He sighed as he looked towards the lower area where the riots were still taking place. The unrest wouldn't be down for awhile at this rate, but he could always take the long way home...[/b] [i]"Hey, Snipes, you need a ride? I think they are good. You've done your part."[/i]
